All Washed Up
Day 351, 168-183
Rather, out. We crossed the Rubicon today, no hope of breaking even. And that Rubicon was overflowing from the 24 hours of rain that sealed the deal for us. But who cares about some arbitrary tally? Let's not bury the lede here. I present photographic evidence of the entire crew out in solidarity at sunrise time (Chunk is not shown as I am his designated handler). We will not be denied. We will not turn a rain soaked cheek. We are out there to soak up whatever rays we can find, and because the dogs need to go potty.